Our 12 hour drive was uneventful, which is what you want on a long road trip with kids, and as each hour passed, we noticed the temperature drop and the snow accumulate. When we reached the hills of West Virginia and saw a dusting of snow, Grady Lee yelled from the back of the van, "The blizzard! It's here! We're driving into the snow storm that is at Grandpa and Grandma's house!" I smiled and told him he hadn't seen anything yet.
For being southern wimps, I was pleasantly surprised with how "daring" my kids were. Snow in the face? Not a problem. Wiping out while sledding? Just a tactic to perfect for bragging rights. Wearing 15 pounds of extra clothes every time we left the house? No biggie.
We arrived home late this afternoon and the cold, snowy weather is far behind us. But, the special times with family, the fun memories, and the treasured moments together are still at the front of our minds. Annalyse has already asked when we can see Grandma and "Franpa" again, and Micah has asked if "we can live in Michigan for a month next winter instead of only one week." Hhhmmm. Maybe. I'll think about that one.